Post by MasterEvil on Aug 29, 2014 21:08:45 GMT
“First I lose my debut match to Aiden Black and now I’ve lost my re-debut to Travis Black…I swear that surname is out to get me.”
Was mutter out the lips of one pale-skinned diva as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location must be some place backstage for the only inanimate objects in sight are boxes. Some are empty, some are half empty - with items ranging from cabling and headsets to pieces of pyrotechnics - and some are simply closed off as sitting on one of the closed boxes is the milky-skinned woman known as Raven.
“Yet at this upcoming pay-per-view, ‘Ante Up’ I believe its called, I get to go up against some girl calling herself Brandy Danielle. I know comments like this may make me sound like a…well, you probably know the word…but I honestly don’t view Brandy as anything more than a typical diva. No wait a second, let me take that back; she is probably one of those divas who does not like to be referred as what is contracted as. Heh, isn’t it so amusing to see someone like her, someone who seem obsess with being above the average diva, enters one of the most typically diva-related matches in all of creation, in the form of an evening gown match two weeks ago?
I don’t know how many people believe that she’ll be the next big star and I honestly don’t care if she does succeed in doing so or not, such a date of fate is in the future. The future is nothing to the present and in this present, or simply just tomorrow night, Brandy Danielle has to go into the ring against somebody like me. It doesn’t matter if she flies around the ring or not, neither does it matter if she pulls of fifty thousand moves or just simply one…I am going to beat Brandy at the Ante Up pay-per-view. What could ever the reason be? Could it be that I’m bigger than Danielle? Stronger than Danielle? Smarter than Danielle? Or that I was born into a family of law enforcers? While all those facts are true, none of them are the reason why. The reason why I will definitely beat Brandy tomorrow night is because of who she is. She is no diva, or is she anything special, she is simply just a little girl in a big playground.”
Halfway through her words the black-haired woman pulled out a pair of handcuffs and began to spin it around the index finger of her right hand, as if giving her hands something to do as she speak.
“You don’t like my analogy Brandy? Why is that? You think that you’re some great hit or something? Please don’t make me laugh, for humour is not going to be your saviour tomorrow night, nor will it be able to comfort you once I’ve beaten you for everyone in the arena to see. Don’t be mistaken, I hold no form of hatred towards you, mostly because I haven’t known you guilty of any injustices yet. Neither am I one of those criminals whose thirst is only quench by the easily distinctive taste of another competitor’s blood. I ain’t even being discriminative, for - even though I am taller - our overall size is approximately the same while I’ve known people of multiple tones of skin. I simply want to beat you in the middle of the ring for the simplest of reasons…a desire…a desire to get my first ever win.
Sure that does not sound amazing, if anything it might sound pathetic to multiple others, but it did take the Costa Rican football team one win over Uruguay to begin one of the greatest performances of this year’s World Cup. So once I get my first win out of the way, which is beyond most likely going to be at your expense Brandy, I’ll be going on and on to have one of the greatest rolls ever seen in 4CW. Does that sound a bit overconfident? Whatever, it’s not like you’re actually going to do anything to stop me. If you couldn’t beat a runaway Prima Donna in a stripping contest then not only do you stand no chance against me at Ante Up…”
The Birmingham native suddenly stopped the rotation by catching the cuff and finally snapped the direction of her face towards to the recording device.
“But you are also a waste of my time.”
Was there a sense of annoyance in the Englishwoman’s voice? Maybe so, maybe not, but either way Raven simply slid off the box and strolled off without uttering another word…as if she has something else to do.
Was mutter out the lips of one pale-skinned diva as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location must be some place backstage for the only inanimate objects in sight are boxes. Some are empty, some are half empty - with items ranging from cabling and headsets to pieces of pyrotechnics - and some are simply closed off as sitting on one of the closed boxes is the milky-skinned woman known as Raven.
“Yet at this upcoming pay-per-view, ‘Ante Up’ I believe its called, I get to go up against some girl calling herself Brandy Danielle. I know comments like this may make me sound like a…well, you probably know the word…but I honestly don’t view Brandy as anything more than a typical diva. No wait a second, let me take that back; she is probably one of those divas who does not like to be referred as what is contracted as. Heh, isn’t it so amusing to see someone like her, someone who seem obsess with being above the average diva, enters one of the most typically diva-related matches in all of creation, in the form of an evening gown match two weeks ago?
I don’t know how many people believe that she’ll be the next big star and I honestly don’t care if she does succeed in doing so or not, such a date of fate is in the future. The future is nothing to the present and in this present, or simply just tomorrow night, Brandy Danielle has to go into the ring against somebody like me. It doesn’t matter if she flies around the ring or not, neither does it matter if she pulls of fifty thousand moves or just simply one…I am going to beat Brandy at the Ante Up pay-per-view. What could ever the reason be? Could it be that I’m bigger than Danielle? Stronger than Danielle? Smarter than Danielle? Or that I was born into a family of law enforcers? While all those facts are true, none of them are the reason why. The reason why I will definitely beat Brandy tomorrow night is because of who she is. She is no diva, or is she anything special, she is simply just a little girl in a big playground.”
Halfway through her words the black-haired woman pulled out a pair of handcuffs and began to spin it around the index finger of her right hand, as if giving her hands something to do as she speak.
“You don’t like my analogy Brandy? Why is that? You think that you’re some great hit or something? Please don’t make me laugh, for humour is not going to be your saviour tomorrow night, nor will it be able to comfort you once I’ve beaten you for everyone in the arena to see. Don’t be mistaken, I hold no form of hatred towards you, mostly because I haven’t known you guilty of any injustices yet. Neither am I one of those criminals whose thirst is only quench by the easily distinctive taste of another competitor’s blood. I ain’t even being discriminative, for - even though I am taller - our overall size is approximately the same while I’ve known people of multiple tones of skin. I simply want to beat you in the middle of the ring for the simplest of reasons…a desire…a desire to get my first ever win.
Sure that does not sound amazing, if anything it might sound pathetic to multiple others, but it did take the Costa Rican football team one win over Uruguay to begin one of the greatest performances of this year’s World Cup. So once I get my first win out of the way, which is beyond most likely going to be at your expense Brandy, I’ll be going on and on to have one of the greatest rolls ever seen in 4CW. Does that sound a bit overconfident? Whatever, it’s not like you’re actually going to do anything to stop me. If you couldn’t beat a runaway Prima Donna in a stripping contest then not only do you stand no chance against me at Ante Up…”
The Birmingham native suddenly stopped the rotation by catching the cuff and finally snapped the direction of her face towards to the recording device.
“But you are also a waste of my time.”
Was there a sense of annoyance in the Englishwoman’s voice? Maybe so, maybe not, but either way Raven simply slid off the box and strolled off without uttering another word…as if she has something else to do.